On the Wheel of the Year now does Winter begin;
The world is austere and we all turn within.
I vow there to face the shadows I find,
And work to unlace al their powers that bind.
I vow to invoke my ancestor’s relief
and release in the smoke all my fears and my grief.
This task do I claim as I mark this Samhain,
And swear by the flame behind Jack’s cheerful grin.

Blessed Samhain!

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